Thursday, July 3, 2014

the return

#sickballoons #homefi #bedroomcore #party

Saturday, June 28, 2014

balloons! soda bar! august!

not sure who, if anyone reads this blog, but my band (sick balloons), is coming out of our slumber hiatus to play our first show officially in over a year. August 11th, at the Soda Bar, opening up for Matt Kivel and Steve Gunn (ex Kurt Vile & the Violators). should be fun! come out and rock San Diego!

Friday, June 6, 2014

Vote for Pete Fij & Terry Bickers!!!

Two guys, Pete Fijalkowski and Terry Bickers, from some of my favorite bands (Adorable & House of Love), made a record together. One of its songs is making the rounds on BBC Radio. They now have a chance to be played on all the shows next week, and all they need is your vote! It takes less than 30 seconds to click on the link and vote. VOTE NOW!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

our new record is out...on cassette.

whilst the CD's are not quite ready, we have released our new record, doubled with our old record, on one compact cassette, 'prague over helvetica.' $5, no digital on his particular release.
prague over helvetica

Monday, March 24, 2014

NORTH CITRUS HELVETICA. (sick balloons).

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

unfinished dues and diligence

here lies the modern crawl of destitute 
bound by feet and gracious screw
spoke for miles and pitch the terms so calmly
like its age-ed albatross
you're a broken fall for fail of people first
toby writes with his left hand
dull dull dull
we could read minds with faceless teeth and foreign soil
stuck up in the avenues of borrowed brisk
lie awake cause we feel so stark and full of traits
practice 


staring down the pastor
for a quarter and a palm
seeking young advice for understated enterprise
all- 
tuned up for appraisal in a painted 


diplomacy




(stillborn)

Saturday, March 8, 2014

eulogy


she was poised for the big blue screen
notebook gestation pen period
it seams 
she bound drink tickets
to heavy suitcases
ready to blow this sam hell city

hair prim and pinned up
post-pool swim
showered in jean and tee draped delicacy
free keds from her latest acquaintance
her face soft as sunrise
befitting she lay eyes on her day ahead

fingers like swans
gracefully feathered chords strung
down from the gaping emblems
of a life well worn

always wandering
lost and found herself daily
she held her fares in hand
set alarms
checked out of rooms 
doors 
homes 
relationships

for a life full of musty vans
admiring auteurs
cheap food
and free beer

and all we were left with,
scattered left behinds and unfinished works
tiny peepholes
closeted shrines
muppets and popcorn
crackling echoes
resembling memoirs

and a trunkful of shoes.

the only eames i'd aspired to.
kurt would have laughed vicariously 
four times for sure, for suzie

and the last words written
in hazy chalk spirited fling.

"i am, only what you forget to erase."

remember me.

xxx.